Where to start? From the beginning, I guess.
The past year will undoubtedly (and hopefully) go down as the worst year of my life. I won’t delve into any details, but it was pretty bad, believe me. I wanted so desperately to just wipe it all from my memory in an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind style. But, of course, life isn’t a movie, and forgetting just isn’t an option.
They say that your college years are mean to be the best of your life, and I felt like some sort of a failure for having had such a nightmare of a year. I struggled with the decision of what to do next: did I want to drop out? Did I want to go into second year as miserable as I was? Did I want to repeat first year?
I wanted the redo, but my ill health stopped me from jumping to that decision, all the way back to the start. Being realistic, I know I have a lot less years to spend on this earth than most people, so can I really afford to spend one of those taking a step backwards? But then I realised that a year spent having fun, making friends and doing what I love is not a waste at all.
And so eventually I decided; I chose to take the year and learn from it. I’m repeating my first year in college, and I couldn’t be happier. I feel an amazing excitement – different to the nervous excitement of last September.
Starting from the beginning, here we go…